Can Poetry Touch the Curved Surfaces of Riemann: Co-Planar Thought Arising from Junction Intervals of a Squeezed Time-Gap?

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Bernard Riemann Father of Non-Euclidean Geometry and the True Guide to N-Dimensional Space

Bernard Riemann Father of Non-Euclidean Geometry and the True Guide to N-Dimensional Space

yukimi ni korobu
okoromade
Now then, let’s go out
To enjoy the snow… until
I slip and fall! [1688]
– Matsuo Bashō – Master Poet of Haiku/Edo  Period, Japan

 

“Let no one enter here without Geometry”. -(Plato’s Academy)

Can Poetry Touch the Curved Surfaces of Riemann: Co-Planar Thought Arising from Junction Intervals of  a Squeezed Time-Gap?

Alpha leaping sound                                        

Sri Adi Shankaracharya: Non-Duality and Non-Local Field Interactions

Sri Adi Shankaracharya: Non-Duality and Non-Local Field Interactions

Liquid mansions crystallize

Upon manifold surfaces n-dimensional protean fire

Breathing Hyperion

Formation on a point

The totality of multiverses conjoin here

And now…

To relive the sensation of cessation

And a beginning of new scientific topology

Wisdom’s occult pulsar postulates curved lines of a hypersphere

It reaches the flower of life’s edifice                           

Flower of Life's Poetry Encapsulates the Riemannian Curved Surfaces of Thought-Projection in Mobile-Immobile Time

Flower of Life’s Poetry Encapsulates the Riemannian Curved Surfaces of Thought-Projection in Mobile-Immobile Time

Originating seed’s non-local communication

The abacus of mind’s matrix governs felicity

Happiness not worth in cents or dollars

But xollar’s extra labour to kindle life equations stretched

Humming sound resonated words fibre bundles in plastic thought

The invisible eye clothed the tapestry of chaos out of perfection’s core

Evolve into di sitter future parallelograms

Into octagonal motionless musical poise

Birds are flying into an orange disk

It mirrors the soul’s trillion desires in a unique equation

The creation is a number less than zero

The infinity of infinities is less than zero

Zero observes zeroes in profusion

Creates a whole sequence of things

Observes the making of worlds…

Consciousness induces sleep and waking

And dreaming in the topology of space-time

Yoshi yeho sutra – poetry encapsulates abstract awakening of space-tensor

If matter compacted in vibrating strings produced the music of life then on each point on the Riemann matrix the totality of this creation is simultaneusly dissolved and created by the Will of an unborn wish in the cradle of unmanifest times the unmanifest called …mihira-brahman-vrava-shringar rasa act F-N 39 Sequence Ultra-Tradit Speed.

       

– J 

 

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The Royal Qubit Time Translation in Horus: Quantum Information in Alluvial Matter

Time Tantra of Horus, Monalisa, 2012

In the eye of the stone, Horus is the trans-syllabic transformer connecting diagrams with the invocation of the soul

Param-Purusha parame

The automated flow of words is the deep sounding melody of consciousness (the para-trath flow of the virgin-truth) in the electro-dynamic plate of the Hyperion

Old worlds come out of new ones in the cradle of time

The future specimen of art, poetry, music is organised

Therefore, you desire the verse of multiple visions that come out of the dying pyramids in the desert

The Nile is an obligatory vessel carrying the therapeutic purging of its lands in a hymn to yellow ochre robe of the sun

That was an emblem of the emperor’s throne in the bio-rhythmic abacus of the mind

Babaji Maharaj

Creation was an extrapolation of a high-conducting vessel that carry the four forces within Zen-semiconductors transplanted in the body of AYUSHA(HA)UWAR {IS-IN-WAS-WOULD-BE)

The dark face of the moon resembles the bright side of the sun

The stars essay a series no-end no-beginning

In the mad frenzy of the fire in the stone, I saw, death taking its first steps to walk in the garden of EDEN/Immortality (Kriya-Yoga of Babaji Maharaj)

The falcon free as a bird hatches a new history that confines the past not in the past of its past but in the present brought from the future

Rivers are flowing in the irreversible way

Time is dancing like ‘Kalki’

Truth brought on the surface may shatter the earth into a billion pieces

Shantih-Shantih-Shantih

– Joy Roy Choudhury